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Not to mention, even if we did start a taboo lesbian relationship, I already had not one but two Mistresses. I grabbed a fruit smoothie and a muffin, and sat down to read and relax.I wasn't three pages in when I heard a voice I knew.If I bought every book I wanted to read, I would never have any money. It was about a time in the future, where when you turn eighteen you have an operation to prevent a disease... It sounded interesting and different from other novels, plus I was definitely struggling with the word LOVE.I loved my time with Mistress Megan, I loved my one time at the Le Chateau Club, I loved the attention I got at school now, I loved being submissive to Karen and I loved the thrill of the chase with Miss Morgan, even if I did fail.Finally, in a whisper so soft I could barely make out her words, “I can’t believe it is you, Jenny.” “Did you have no idea? “No, although based on the past week, I guess it makes sense,” she said, still dazed. ” I explained, “This may be hard to believe, but I found a Mistress and she opened up a whole new world to me.” Miss Morgan still looked completely out of her comfort zone. She took a nervous sip of her coffee, “Who is your Mistress?

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BEDDING THE BABYSITTER 4 SUNDAY FEBRUARY 9th: Mission Completed I dressed in my cheerleader outfit and red thigh highs and headed to Starbucks, getting there fifteen minutes early.

Attempting to push the envelope, aggressive even for me, I offered, “If you wish me to show my true loyalty to you Miss Morgan, I will crawl under the table and please you right here, right now.” “Oh Jenny,” she said, flushed, “Stop that.” “Am I making you wet? She didn’t answer as I allowed my foot to slide up a bit more, now under her dress. “Oh my God,” she blurted, looking up, “Did I really say that? She reread the entire conversation before finally speaking. " When Miss Morgan didn’t answer, I moved my foot so it was touching her panty-covered crotch.

“Ok Jenny, I did say that, but it was role play and I had no idea I was talking to an actual student.” My foot moved to within an inch of her pussy. "I, um, we can't, we just can't." To my surprise, she stood up and apologized, "Sorry, Jenny, I just can't do this." Before I could respond, Miss Morgan hastily made her retreat.

Looking at the cover, reading the brief summary on the back or inside the book jacket, and reading other authors praise the book.

I spent an hour browsing through title after title, making a list on my Ipod touch notebook of books that caught my interest.

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